Captain Sparrow Novels & Stories

The sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore created a soothing melody, and the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky. "Sophia," Marcus said, his voice filled with emotion as he turned to face her. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were someone special. You're the sunshine that brightens up my day, and the calm in every storm. You're my best friend, my partner, and my soulmate. I know we started off on a really bad state, you were my captive,” he chuckled. "A captive that has stolen my heart over and over again.” "No longer a captive, hello?” Sophia chips in as they both laughed.

He took long strides towards them and soon stopped in front of their table The old man looked at him and his eyes lit up before a smile etched onto his face. He had small black dots adorning his face, with specs of white hair mixing his black shoulder length curls, he looked tall even while sitting down and his teeth were a bit yellowish in color as he smiled showing a few "Spade" he called with excitement, his Russian accent still the same as the last time Spade had met him. Spade gave him a Curt nod keeping his expression neutral "Mr Batroix" he grunted in response before his eyes landed on Bernie again and he bowed his head in respect

He wore a nautical outfit, I assumed he was the captain. "Welcome aboard, Mr. and Mrs. Williams!" he said, his deep voice matching his commanding appearance. "I'm James Beckham. I'll be taking you to Crystal Cove. I hope you enjoy the ride!" He gave us a nod, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, his respectful gaze flicking to me for a brief moment before returning to Carlton. Carlton grunted a terse "thank you" without even looking at the captain, his gaze already drifting off to somewhere else. I forced a weak smile, feeling like I was already stuck in a nightmare.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

"I'm Captain Priest and you are, for the time being, a guest on my ship. And I would like you to come with me." "And if I say no?" Spitfire's bright eyes went up and down the tom's body, not making any secret of the fact that he liked what he saw. When did he get a type? Though he was sure this big brute was nothing like his good boy Guru. He wasn't likely to enjoy being dominated by a too-tall, too-mouthy no-fur.

he adds. I nod rapidly, gazing over at Captain Kabir, who smiles wide. I barely know this man, the captain of the Ironhawk, Oceana’s prize battleship. I would never have had the nerve to ask him to marry us right after Lyra and Cassian’s ceremony, but Oscar took the reins on this one, arranging everything.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

Their armors already covered their faces, showing that they were ready for battle. At this moment, Kalen faintly felt like he could hear boss music being played. His jaw dropped completely, as he saw the captains moving with the shoe on the water surface like master sea surfers who knew their stuff. He had heard of anti-gravity shoes, but he had never heard of this water cheat. “Try your best to escape.” The overall Spartan Captain, Captain Vladimir’s deep voice commanded the last battleship on the comm as he led his Captains to fight for their last battleship’s survival.

They all seemed friendly, but somehow, even with their wide smiles, they lacked the warmth that he felt when he was with Gringo and his small crew. In a while, the yacht's captain went to see Jon and shook his hand. He was a tall man with long limbs and a tight grip. "Welcome aboard the Cowrie. I am Captain Salazar. It's a good thing that we were able to track you after you left the dock," he said. His face was dark and his gaze intense. "How far are we from Orsica? The weather seemed to be turning for the worse," said Jon.

General Kadir said as her eyes snapped to his; a small smile made its way to her cut up lips. It pained to even smile as well. “Why are you saving me General Kadir, I deserve to be killed like other officers,” She said as she finally managed to open the knot of the ropes her hands were tied by. “Maybe because I raised you Shazia khan, like a daughter I may add,” Kadir khan’s voice first time had a hint of warmth in it. Unlike the cold aura like always, he was giving a hint of humanity in him. He knows sending her away may cost him his life, he was betraying his words as an officer.